Live from CCF Pantnagar, TCS recruiting, I am bored and waiting
I have a shoe that doesn't fit good, a pant with size too small for the waist, I am placed on the revolving chair with sounds filling the eardrum, the Ts and the the Ss are too prominent. The vowels don't sound like music, yet I am determined to avoid calling it noise. The slithering Cs form the middle and those who were on there feet about an hour back are anticipating and seated.
The fingers dance with the synchrony of logic, the tongues wraggle as the overflowing, unaccomodated BITS decide theres no silicon stone further to keep afloat, the assidiously painted logic architectures threaten to go down like the cards,even as the transperent glass cabin insulate the sounds, the heat on a cold night threatens A'mangalam'.
The HR did call it a restless night and so it is turning into.
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yes that was a hell of a night. None can forget that throughout our life... I suppose things were meant to be that way only. If we would hav got a call that night, might be things wouldn't have been the same as now..... but still all well that ends well.
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